My countries cutthroat, allot of jealousy
To many ghettos that got gangstas with felony's
Torn souls walk the streets every night
While hookers work the corners they'll do anything you like
Land of the free home of the brave
Most don't get no peace until they're put into there graves
Tears rain down, the sun don't shine
Dreams get crushed don't pay me no mind
A penny for your thoughts that some can't spare
Your biggest enemy is what you see in the mirror
Body of flesh, frame made of bones
Hell is just a river of evil that flows
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